yuck
So, I'm watching Fist
full of Dollars (in English). The perfect movie for a wet Saturday
afternoon. When it was over I brought up Octopus II. It was a bad B
movie. It would have been far better if they had just not taken
themselves seriously.f they had gone the camp trail, that would have
been a much better flick. Then I watch a movie about an EMT. It wasn't
bad. Then I pop up a Mexican zombie movie. Very funny and more fun to
watch than the octopus movie even though I could not understand a word.
Different Note
The grass is too wet to mow. I went out front and hit a couple of spots
with mower that were starting a revolution. The dog is out back wining
like a hyena. I went out there and figured out that the back yard is
not horrible. There are no Huns at the gate. There are no lakes of
flaming daemons. Yet, she sits at the back door and whimpers with those
little high pitched barks. We had a little talk "You should frolic or
romp or roll in your own shit. Whatever you dogs are in to these days."
She would not hear of it. She is of one mind.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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